A few weeks ago, I had trouble sleeping for reasons I couldn't quite describe. Sometimes, I force myself to stay in bed and rest. More often than not, I write, study, read, or create. This was one of those times. Here I was, awake at 3 in the morning, fighting an internal battle with my identity, my disillusionment with the "matrix," and my deep desire to grow more and more connected to God. I felt a peaceful emptiness, though emptiness nonetheless. I call it Da Void. Welcome.